Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 570

"Boom!"

In an instant, a layer of earth-yellow defensive light shield enveloped Ling Yan Yan, protecting him.

The stones struck the light shield and shattered, sending dust and smoke billowing into the sky.

"Awooo!" Ling Yanyan roared to the sky, his hands forming a hand seal: "Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, the five elements unite, gather immense power, break!"

"Crash!"

Instantly, the yellowish-brown sheen on the surface of the light shield became even more dazzling, like boiling magma, and deafening sounds emanated from the light shield.

"Oh!"

The protective barrier shattered, and an immense, unparalleled power swept out from the zombies.

"Ugh!" Ling Yan Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

Ling Yanyan crashed heavily to the ground, his bones shattered and his internal organs displaced.

"Damn it, what kind of hellhole is this?" Ling Yanyan struggled to get up from the ground, his face as pale as paper and his body covered in dust.

At this moment, the zombies charged at Ling Yanyan again, looking ferocious and menacing.

"Damn it!"

Ling Yanyan cursed under his breath and turned to flee.

Unbeknownst to him, Ling Yanyan arrived outside a cave.

"Hiss!" Upon seeing the cave, Ling Yan Yan gasped, his face turning a deep purplish-red. "Damn it, what kind of place is this? How come there are so many zombies? And there must be treasure inside this cave!"

Although Ling Yanyan was terrified, he still walked heavily into the cave, after all, fortune favors the bold!

"Hmm?" As soon as he stepped into the cave, Ling Yanyan's eyes widened, his face filled with greed and excitement.

"Gulp!" Ling Yan swallowed hard, his throat gurgling, his eyes almost popping out, his face filled with a blank and shocked expression.

Inside the cave, there was a skeleton, about three meters tall, sitting cross-legged beside an ancient coffin.

The ancient coffin was as black as ink, carved with all sorts of strange patterns, and hung with many copper coins, bronze mirrors, wooden plaques, incense burners and other items.

At the edge of the ancient coffin, there was a futon upon which lay a desiccated female corpse, her face contorted in a grotesque grimace, her hair disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, her death a gruesome sight.

"This mummified corpse must be some evil cultivator who practiced heretical arts, right?" Ling Yanyan murmured, his eyes gleaming.

"However, this female corpse looks quite old, probably only a few hundred years old. Her strength must be terrifying, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to raise such a ferocious group of zombies!" Ling Yanyan guessed, a sense of crisis rising in his heart.

"Roar!"

The zombie horde had already charged forward, and Ling Yanyan dared not be careless, so he quickly took out the rusty iron sword.

"Clang clang clang!" Ling Yanyan, wielding an iron sword, fought fiercely with the zombies, each move containing terrifying killing intent.

"Roar!" the zombie roared, its claws waving and striking the iron sword with a clanging sound.

Although Ling Yanyan's iron sword was tattered and broken, it was exceptionally sturdy and never cracked despite being attacked by zombies.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ling Yanyan suddenly exerted force with both legs and used the momentum to rush towards the zombie.

"Shh!"

Ling Yan swung his iron sword and slammed it down hard on the zombie's head.

"Clang!" Sparks flew, but the zombie's head was unharmed.

"Roar!" The zombie roared, its claws tearing towards Ling Yanyan with terrifying force.

"Pfft!" Ling Yanyan had nowhere to dodge and was caught by the zombie. His clothes were torn to shreds and five bloody marks were left on the back of his hand.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" the zombie roared angrily.

Ling Yanyan's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at the zombie. With a thought, a dagger appeared in his hand.

The dagger was entirely black, covered with densely packed runes.

"cut!"

Ling Yanyan gripped the dagger tightly, aimed it at the zombie's throat, and slashed fiercely.

"Pfft!" The zombie couldn't dodge in time, and its throat was slit open, with blood gushing out.

The zombie let out a series of mournful howls, clutching its neck, staggering backward, its eyes filled with fear and resentment.

Ling Yanyan sneered. His dagger was a gift from his master. Although it was only a mortal-grade spiritual weapon, it possessed terrifying attack power.